(300 Follows Special)

(300 follows special)

♡ ENHYPEN WHEN THEY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP

PAIRING. idol!enhypen x idol!reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, humor

WARNING. mild swearing

NOTE. I wrote this while i was getting a massage. It was amazing. Also do u guys wanna read any reaction tropes ?? because i am starting to not know what to write next.

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HEESEUNG | the wallpaper

Hee would be the type to accidentally show his phone screen in a wlive. (I’m sooo not used to typing wlive instead of vlive) like, he’d definitely just put his phone on the table of the live, explaining something to Engenes and all of a sudden, his mom texts him. Notification pops up, and Engenes would go feral because—low and behold, you’re his wallpaper. Except he ended the live before an Engene could point out his wallpaper, and he wouldn’t suspect a single thing; going to bed peacefully after. Only when he woke up to a million missed calls did he go; oh shit.

JONGSEONG | the accidental softlaunch

you guys would be going on a date. He takes pictures of you eating a bagel in a cafe because gosh! You’re so cute??? You upload the pictures of you eating this bagel, and your fans love it!! Wanting to share the moment with Engenes too, Jay decided to take a picture of the bagels and drinks you guys got. He tried to be careful, really! He got rid of your coffee from the view and made sure to only get pictures of his share of the food! If only he thought about the window reflection, showing your strawberry patterned skirt…

JAEYUN | the speaking before thinking

Gosh, this man… he’ll give you a headache for sure. Man exposed your relationship in a live. A LIVE. Literally no take backs. Engenes will just be like, “yo do you like mint choco ice cream jakeypoo” and he’ll be like “nah, but you know who does?” Both engenes AND him thought of Sunoo, but his mouth didn’t. “(Reader) 🤭” There’ll be a moment of silence all of a sudden, from both sides. He’ll try his best to deny allegations (man would he be fighting for his life..) but it’ll be too late by then.

SUNGHOON | the dispatch article

Yeah. Y’all weren’t slick. Went on a date with dyed hairs. Like?? Ya go out like that and expect to not get caught. (bfr) But yeah, Han river date. All was fun and cute until you hear a camera shutter. Both you and Hoon turn around slowly to the stalker. The three of you glance at each other, and all of a sudden you both chase after the stalker. It was terrifying from the stalker’s viewpoint, but it was already sent to the company by the time you and Hoon caught up with him, so too bad ig..

SUNOO | the one who couldn’t contain their expression

This is him, cop!! The delulu one! (Jk that’s us) He was literally in the airport, about to fly to Europe for some kcon event. Your group did the pictures before his, and a fan noticed you both kinda have similar outfits. (This is not coincidental, he actually made you both match clothes) Now, this fan is one of those shipper kinda fan… (like those Lisa and Jungkook ones 💀) and so they yelled out, “Sunoo, did you match with Yn today? That’s such a cute couple outfit!” And then he let out the most high-pitched, flustered giggle. Like deadass. It rang through the airport and his members gave him the stare.

JUNGWON | the actually planned one

Yeah. If it ain’t you who slipped the relationship, then it isn’t being slipped accidentally. Like—ever. This man is prepared to make you guys be undercover agents atp. He ain’t slippin’. But, he does get pouty behind cameras and a bit impatient that he can’t just hold your hand. So, after having the green flag from you and your company; he talked to his company about it! You won’t know how he convinced Hybe, (those boba eyes i swear.) but he did so before you knew it—Hybe released a statement!

NIKI | the one who did it because he felt challenged

One day, he texted you “what if i expose our relationship 😛” You thought it was one of those jokes again, yk? and so you said “all words no actions 🤥🤥” Why you challenged a kid who’s genuinely so competitive? Literally no thoughts in your brain when you said that to him. Next thing you know, you got an emergency call from your ceo. You know why? Because your boyfie decifed to post a tweet of you guys, with a caption saying “me n my adorable shmookerpump on a date 😋🩷 #NIKI #YN #NIKIYNBESTCOUPLEFR”

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Im a liar the ricky thing will not be posted this week 🙁 sorry guys

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, est. relationship au, hurt/comfort, minor fluff but more angst?, a bit of silliness, mentions of work pressures, neck kisses, intimacy, mentions of playful biting, pretty much not beta'd or proofread (past my bedtime; written in an hour)

a/n: @kimsohn saw some of the goofiness first <3 ily (*breathes in deeply* idk what im doing guys. anyways, this belongs in the category labeled "i get yappy and sappy when im existentially exhausted")

In the dark, the clock on top of the oven screamed “3:22AM” in angry, red light. You stumbled past it, vision blurry and footsteps as quiet as you could make them against the hardwood. Your bones ached to the marrow and you could feel the blood throbbing violently in your skull; you could not sleep.

It had been three hours of tossing and turning before you completely gave up and slipped out into the kitchen. Usually, it wasn't too difficult for you to fall asleep, but alas, there would always be exceptions.

You managed to find the opened bag of tangerines on the kitchen counter, the orange, wiry mesh already torn from the last person who'd grabbed one to snack on. As your eyes grew accustomed to the dark, you dug your nail into its skin and began to peel it open.

Through your daze, you just barely registered the sound of the bedroom door opening—footsteps followed after and came closer; they weren't trying to stay quiet like you were, as there wasn't any reason to anymore. Hands patted you down from your shoulders to your arms until they could settle comfortably around your waist; his body slid flush against your back like a puzzle piece, still warm from being in bed. Hair tickled the underside of your jaw as he nestled his chin into the crook of your shoulder, the ghost of his breath fanning across your skin like a caress, relieved.

“Did I wake you?” You murmured, forcing yourself awake a little as you felt him lean more of his weight against you.

A low hum. “Bed got cold.”

The corners of your mouth tilted upward as you stuck a piece of fruit into your mouth—it was summer; the bed couldn't have been cold. Juice spilled over your tongue in a comfortingly sweet tang, and you went for another. “Sorry, love. Do you want some?” You asked, holding onto a piece of tangerine.

“Mm-mm,” Changmin hummed, shaking his head with a slight movement. You felt his arms give your body a squeeze. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice small.

You shoveled the remainder of the tangerine half into your mouth, hands reaching for another one to keep yourself busy as you chewed, then swallowed. “Tired.”

“Is it the thing?”

Just the thought of the thing—the project you were given charge of at work—made you wish the ground would swallow you up. Your hands stilled on the orange.

The project was the first you were given a manager role for, as they thought it appropriate because you came up with the idea, but it seemed to only be an excuse to overload you with every Herculean task they could think of. You were practically chained to your cubicle desk until day's end, only leaving to go to the bathroom and attend another god forsaken meeting. Where home was supposed to be for rest, you were often slumped over the dining table, stressing yourself silver.

The thought of Monday… no, you couldn't think of Monday. You'd gone so long working on this thing—how could they make you loathe an idea that you proposed?

At your lack of an answer, there came a small breath against your neck. His thumb gently rubbed your side back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide. “I'm sorry, baby. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm proud of you.”

“It does mean something,” you countered quietly, and moved one of your hands to place it over his that rested over your stomach. “I'm just—I hate it here sometimes.”

The two of you seemed to sigh at once, your chests raising up then deflating in tandem. It made the knots in your shoulders loosen for just a moment, and you could release some of the strain keeping you tight and awake.

“One more,” he coaxed lowly. “In—”

You both slowly pulled air up through your nose to fill the caverns in your chests.

“—Out.”

As all things came and went, so too did this breath.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing something sweet against your throat.

You were too tired to cry, but you might have just then. Sometimes it was just a project, but other times it was everything to you. It was born from your two hands, your brains, your back, your bones. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears had seeped into every proposal and presentation, but you could never tell if it was enough. Would it ever be enough?

Changmin's head shifted as you snuck another piece of orange past your lips. “Remember,” he said, “when we were in college, and I let you text girls on my Hinge?”

Your mouth sweetened into a smile at the memory. “It was only because I let you text the guy who'd given me his number.”

“He was so lame—he clearly just wanted you to go see that new Stephen King movie so he could hold your hand.” You could feel him roll his eyes in the dark, though his voice remained syrupy with sleep.

You held back a snort. “That's the point, hon. If I remember correctly, the pick-up lines I used on those girls actually worked.”

“Crazy.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You chewed on the next piece of fruit, swallowing it down before speaking again. “At least one of us has game.”

You felt the light pressure of his teeth against your shoulder, and you let out a surprised laugh. You didn't jerk away though—awfully used to your partner's strange language of affection—but you did push back against his forehead in lighthearted reprimand. “We talked about the biting.”

“Yeah, and you said you liked it.”

It was a good thing you didn't have fruit in your mouth. You warmed the slice of orange in your palm as you let the heat leave your cheeks and your neck. He could undoubtedly feel how flushed you were, and he seemed to preen at it.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly, and the smile on his lips molded against your skin as he left a kiss behind your ear. He nuzzled his nose there, too, fingers dancing along your side.

“I love you,” he said next. These words were quiet again. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You knew he meant the state he found you in—hunched over in the dark, eyes glazed over, and dread thrashing in your ears to fill the silence. The laughter that lit up your face just now had been his doing, his attempt at easing all of that burden.

You laid your head against his. “I love you, too.” You hated feeling this way, but some things had to be done. You had to see this one through, and you would.

“Don't run yourself ragged for this,” he said, as if reading your mind. “Can't let you lose yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickled, your vision going blurry again. Your chewing slowed and you finished the last of the orange in your hands to clear the way for him to grab your fingers to intertwine them with his. He rocked your bodies slowly, dreamily—he was the gentle swaying of the waves beneath the raft you laid upon—and he was keeping you above water.

“Senior year of high school—” a miniscule break in his own voice, “—when college decisions came out… you didn't speak for so long, didn't eat. It was so quiet, and I—I didn't know how to help you.” Back then, the two of you were only labeled as best friends; you still hadn't decided if what you had back then was what you had now, but it was love in some form of the word and feeling. You supposed in every phase of knowing Ji Changmin, what you felt for him was love. “Can I help you now, please? How can I help you?”

You sucked in a breath and it came out trembling. “I'm just tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Just—that’s all. Just be here with me.”

You could feel his slight nod that turned into a tuck into your shoulder. Your pulse fluttered beneath the brush of his lips, his hands tightening around you. (I'm not going anywhere, not without you.)

In a night quickly dissolving into daylight, he held you and held you and held you.

tbz m.list

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EYES ON ME | anton lee

IN WHICH you need to do your assignments, but anton wants your eyes solely on him. A 300 milestone’s special

FEATURING: Riize’s Chanyoung Lee and you (non-idol au)

WARNING: none

NOTE: thank you so much for 300 follows! It’s such a big milestone for me and I can’t explain how happy and thankful I am for all of you. I hope to continue giving you works and I hope you enjoy! Love you guysss 💗💗

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THE CLOCK HITS 7pm as the sounds of your calculator echoed, filling the silence of your apartment. Papers were strewn all around your desk, one unfinished equation to the next.

In the midst of your concentration, the clicking of your door and the 6-foot-something man was left unheard and ignored. That was, until you felt a hand tug the hem of your shorts.

You stiffen for a second, before loosening up as familiarity washes over your body. Warm, big hands that touched you with the gentleness of a chick; it was your Anton.

You hummed in acknowledgement, but still focused on finishing your equation. Gosh, do you have a love-hate relationship with the subject.

He didn’t answer, only tugged your shorts again before putting his heavy head on your lap.

You didn’t think too much of it until he tugged the hem of your shirt this time. Looking down, you see a pouty man nestled under the warmth of your stomach.

What was it this time? you thought to yourself as you could just feel his sulky mood radiating from miles away.

“Anton..?” You whispered in confusion, your hand finding its way home in his hair, messing it up.

He stared up at you, his mouth pursed in a line that screamed at you ‘I’m not happy!!😾’, yet his eyes softened and you could tell that he was just pretending to get your attention.

You sighed before putting down your pen and putting both hands on his face.

“What does my big baby want, hm?” you teased with a playful grin before pinching his cheek, eliciting an ow! from him.

He took your hands in his before spilling the beans, “You promised me you won’t miss dinner today.”

“It’s not past dinner yet, it’s 6–”

“It’s 7.”

“Oh. Well I can still eat dinner now, 7 isn’t too late yet—“

“You also promised me you’d give me attention today.”

”Ah…” you answer awkwardly as you just remembered, “Sorry about that, baby, but the workload’s a lot lately.”

Anton sat up before looking at you deadass AND even more sulky than before, “You’re literally already early, I know this is supposed to be due in a week.”

Yeah, you weren’t winning this one. You sighed once more as your mind gears up in making a plan to redeem yourself.

Putting your hands on both his cheeks, you put on your best doe eyes.

“I’m sorry baby,” you said before peppering his face with kisses, “forgive me..?”

In an instant, all the frustrations in your Anton’s face immediately ran away. He put his (gigantic) hands on your waist before kissing you on the cheek.

“Okay,” He mumbles.

He was about to kiss you some more but you interruped him.

“Right, I should eat dinner now,” You spoke, standing up. You were about to walk to the kitchen, but his hands pulled you back. Surprised, you landed back with an oomf.

“What was that for—“

“Later,” he says as he puts his hands around your waist, “I want your eyes on me right now, we can eat later.”

Knowing that you aren’t getting out of this, you just gave in to your fate.

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